Loser's Promise - Loser wakes up to Gina

Excerpt from the Screenplay: Loser's Promise by Brad Havens

(formatted for publication in this blog post)


INT. LOSER'S APT- MORNING 

Loser drifts into consciousness with the sounds and smells of cooking. He rolls over and squints a bit before believing it is actually Gina making breakfast for him. 


                                                            LOSER 

                    Gina? What're you doin'? 

                                                            GINA 

                    I was wondering when you'd get up. I made ya some soup. 

                                                            LOSER 

                    I don't got any soup -

                                                            GINA 

                    I got it for ya. I gotcha some bread, too. 

                                                            LOSER 

                    Where're my pants? 

                                                            GINA 

                    Wherever you dropped 'em. You didn't get that lucky... 


Loser rolls around until he finds his pants wrapped in the sheets with him. He puts them on as he climbs out of bed. She gives him a quick once over as he stretch yawns. He sits at a makeshift table where bowls and bread are already placed. She pours soup into the bowls as he grabs some bread. 


                                                           GINA 

                    Drink some juice. You need your liquids. 

                                                            LOSER 

                    I'll get there... 


Gina gets settled and sits at the table with him. She gets her own bread and pours some juice for him, then herself. They settle into breakfast in silence for a few moments. 


                                                            LOSER 

                    Soup's good... Thanks. 


Gina only nods. Silence again. Loser's gaze keeps drifting back to her hands, neck, lips. She dips some bread, catching him staring as she eats. She gives him a smile, and a little ice breaks between them. 


                                                            LOSER 

                    I didn't say it yesterday, but it's good to see you, too. 

                                                            GINA 

                    Thanks... 

                                                            LOSER 

                    Yeah, one thing sure hasn't changed. You still know how to surprise me... 

                    So, y'know... What are you- Who's this pretty boy Derek? 

                                                            GINA 

                    I told you. He's my trainer. He's really good. 

                                                            LOSER 

                    Yeah? What's he train you to do? 

                                                            GINA 

                    He's a Martial Artist. I'm getting pretty good at it, too. 

                                                            LOSER 

                    Martial Arts? You? With him? What made you wanna- hngh-Oow! 


Gina deftly clutches Loser's hand in hers and locks it in a painful grip that almost drops him out of his seat. 

She leans into him, holding him fast.  


                                                            GINA 

                    When I learned I couldn't depend on losers like you to make my life 

                    any better. Derek's solid. He's in on this, and I don't need a bunch of 

                    schoolyard bullshit messing up our payday. We can all make a lot of 

                    money here, Frank. I came to get you 'cause I wanted to help you get 

                    a leg up. Now do you wanna talk business, or act like a teenager? 


Loser nods and she lets him go. He rubs his forearm and reappraises her as they settle in their seats. She dips another bite of bread. 


                                                            LOSER 

                    That's my shooting arm. You coulda broke it... Then what, huh? 

                                                            GINA 

                    Coulda but didn't. Eat before your soup gets cold. 

                                                            LOSER 

                    Gina... What the fuck is goin' on here? 

                                                            GINA 

                    Eat up. We'll go for a walk.



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